Although An Xiaole was extremely reluctant, he wanted to get his identity as soon as possible so that he could eat and drink.

But Zhou Zhe insisted on helping Qi Hong break through to the Grandmaster Realm, and An Xiaole was helpless.

Just helping Qi Hong condense the aura of the dantian into a pill was too simple for Zhou Zhe.

There is no need for the Holy Soul to make a move, and Qi Hong is directly wrapped in the Xuan Body.

Completely suppressed with strength, and poured the power of heaven and earth into Qi Hong's body.

The cold mountain top, which was originally covered with ice and snow under the light of the stars and moon, was quickly shrouded in cyan mist.

A huge vortex gradually formed, flying faster and faster above Qi Hong's head.

"Dongxu, what is that?!" There were two people standing on the cliff at the top of Tianzhu Peak.

A thin old man, dressed in a purple robe, holding a long beard, looked at the cyan mist on the top of the mountain in the distance and asked.

"There is the direction of Qingyu Peak, and the power of heaven and earth seems to be converging. The tall middle-aged man behind the thin old man replied uncertainly.

"Only the Celestial Master can make such a big move. The thin old man pondered for a moment and said:

"Let President Peng Kun take Song Zesheng to see if someone has advanced to the Heavenly Master, or if there are treasures appearing. ”

"Yes, Grand Elder. The middle-aged man named Dongxu immediately agreed.

Song Zesheng has been cultivating hard because he wants to enter the Skywalker Federation.

Qingyufeng is just a sect, and it is too small for Song Zesheng.

The Cultivators' Association doesn't have any power, it just controls some cultivation resources.

Responsible for coordinating the relationship between the various sects, it is not as good as the head of the main sect to have real power.

The Skywalker Federation must be joined by Celestial Masters and Immortal Masters, and govern all cultivators.

Although it is called a federation, it has more power than the various administrations of the federation.

Song Zesheng even shirked his position as assistant to the president for the sake of cultivation.

The president of the provocation, Peng Kun, was very dissatisfied, and his wife even counted him for not knowing how to lift.

Song Zesheng never understood why his old father-in-law would rather be the president of the Cultivators Association than go to the Skywalker Federation.

And his dead master, even the Cultivators' Association was reluctant to join.

Song Zesheng scolded secretly, but had to follow Peng Kun to Feiyun Peak.

"Zesheng, is there a cultivator on Feiyun Peak?" Leaving Tianzhu Peak, Peng Kun asked Song Zesheng, who was carrying a long sword, as he walked.

"Dad, the power of Heaven and Earth in Feiyun Peak is thin and very cold, and there have always been no cultivators. ”

Song Zesheng was still thinking about his own cultivation, and he dealt with Peng Kun a little.

"Zesheng, how long has it been since you returned to Qingyufeng?" Peng Kun's fat face was a little unsightly, and a big pimple twisted out of his eyebrows:

"You have time to take care of those disciples of Qingyu Peak!"

"Yes, President. Song Zesheng saw that Peng Kun became stern, and hurriedly changed his name.

"Don't keep thinking about entering the Skywalker Federation, the water there is too deep, and there is a reason why your master and I are reluctant to join!"

Peng Kun stopped and glanced back at Song Zesheng, who was bowing his head.

It's just that he is too short, and this glance is almost looking up at the tall Song Zesheng.

"President, why don't you want to join the Skywalker Federation?"

Song Zesheng hurriedly stopped, he had asked this question many times, and the dead master was unwilling to tell him.

"Because I don't want to die too soon!" Peng Kun's face sank like water, and there was fear in his small eyes.

Song Zesheng looked at Peng Kun's fat back and couldn't help frowning.

What danger can the Skywalker Federation have to make the highest cultivators on earth fearful?

Song Zesheng suddenly remembered those Heavenly Masters and Immortal Masters of the Great Gate Sect, and almost few of them joined the Skywalker Federation.

Is it really dangerous? Even the immortal masters dare not set foot easily?

But the power of the Skywalker Federation is also worthy of danger, and wealth is in danger!

Cultivators are already going against the sky, and they are afraid of death, and what kind of avenue do they cultivate!

The two did not go directly to Feiyun Peak, but climbed to Qingyu Peak first.

Originally, there were more than ten disciples, but only nine remained, and they were all asleep.

Song Zesheng was suddenly furious, he was still in charge, and these guys were so slack.

"The power of heaven and earth is so strong, you actually sleep?!"

Song Zesheng didn't care about men and women, and kicked them all to wake up:

"Go get me all those guys who ran away!"

Those who escaped have all found their next home, and the rest have nowhere to go, so they have to obey Song Zesheng.

"You have to come back often in the future and urge them to cultivate, now it is getting more and more difficult to recruit disciples, and you can't lose any more!"

Peng Kun's fat face is even more ugly, and Qing Yufeng is also his power.

"Yes, President, I will keep a close watch on them!"

Song Zesheng's anger has not subsided, Qingyufeng is his family, and he doesn't want to be defeated.

Feiyun Peak was completely blocked by Qingyu Peak, and there was no sunlight all day long.

And the mountain is full of ice, which is the reason why Feiyun Peak is cold.

Peng Kun asked Song Zesheng to take two Qingyun Peak disciples and climb Feiyun Peak to investigate first.

Song Zesheng looked at Peng Kun's cautious appearance, and couldn't help but feel a little strange.

In his senses, the cyan mist at the top of Feiyun Peak was just a condensation of the power of heaven and earth.

Could it be that the person cultivating above is even stronger than Peng Kun? Song Zesheng couldn't help but be careful.

"Xiaole, drive them away, don't kill people. ”

Zhou Zhe's perception had enveloped the entire Feiyun Peak with the help of the Holy Soul that had been integrated into his body.

In Qi Hong's dantian, the aura has begun to crystallize, and the elixir is about to be condensed.

"Leave it to me!" An Xiaole sacrificed his light feather flying sword and went straight to the four people who had gone up to the mountainside to kill.

The two disciples of Qingyu Peak didn't know what was going on, since they had ascended Feiyun Peak.

I only felt that the power of heaven and earth was getting stronger and stronger, and both of them were unconsciously running the exercises.

At this time, the cyan mist had spread halfway up the mountain, and the two of them couldn't wait to sit down and cultivate directly.

An Xiaole wrapped himself in the Xuan body, hiding in the cyan mist and approaching quietly.

The Light Feather Flying Sword slowly hovered overhead, ready to kill the four of them.

"Wait, don't go in yet!" Song Zesheng was about to walk into the cyan mist when he was pulled by Peng Kun.

"President, these cyan mist are just the power of heaven and earth, right?" Song Zesheng was a little dissatisfied with Peng Kun's excessive caution.

"I felt a pair of eyes staring at us in the cyan mist. ”

Peng Kun didn't get angry this time, because he was carefully sensing the change in the cyan mist.

The Immortal Master's primordial spirit was able to leave the body for a short time, and his sense of the outside world was even stronger.

It's not that Song Zesheng, a grandmaster who has not yet condensed the Yuan God, can be compared, but Song Zesheng is still a little suspicious.

Feiyun Peak is so close to Qingyu Peak, how can there be such a powerful monk.

There should be some strange treasure in the world, right?! Song Zesheng couldn't help but look forward to it.

Although Peng Kun is here, even if there is a strange treasure, it has nothing to do with him.

But Song Zesheng can let his wife ask for it, and Peng Kun's doting on his daughter has reached its peak.

This is the reason why Song Zesheng would rather not have his own junior sister and control Peng Kun through his daughter.

An Xiaole was going to clean up the front two first, and then rush down to beat the back two.

However, the two Qingyu Peak disciples suddenly stopped, and they couldn't stop looking back.

The task of the two is cannon fodder, that is, to Peng Kun and Song Zesheng.

Peng Kun and Song Zesheng can't be left too far behind, otherwise what will happen Peng Kun and Song Zesheng don't know yet.

The two Qingyu Peak disciples still had this bit of self-knowledge, so they stopped and waited.

But Peng Kun and Song Zesheng stopped outside the cyan mist and didn't come in for a long time.

An Xiaole didn't have the patience to wait, and quietly approached the two Qingyu Peak disciples.

Without using the Light Feather Flying Sword, he suddenly jumped up, and the hand knife quickly slashed at the back of the necks of the two of them.

The two Qingyufeng disciples are only in the master realm, and the body protection aura can't prevent An Xiaole's mysterious power at all.

The two didn't even say a word, and passed out on the ground, not knowing what was happening.

An Xiaole continued to touch down, but Peng Kun and Song Zesheng just didn't walk into the cyan mist.

The power of heaven and earth on the earth is thin, and An Xiaole can still hide with the help of cyan mist.

Leaving the cyan mist, he was about to be exposed to Peng Kun and Song Zesheng.

"President, why haven't the two of them moved, let's go in and have a look, right?"

Song Zesheng finally couldn't help it, those two disciples were his people.

"Okay, let's go in and have a look. Peng Kun finally agreed, but still did not move.

Song Zesheng secretly scolded the old slippery head, and walked towards the cyan mist with courage.

When I go back, I must sue my wife and clean up Peng Kun, the old bastard who dares to let him take risks.

An Xiaole saw Song Zesheng and Peng Kun walk in one after the other, and quickly made a decision.

Trapped Peng Kun with a light feather flying sword, and captured Song Zesheng with his bare hands.

But as soon as the light feather flying sword rushed to the top of Peng Kun's head, he saw a pitch-black knife quickly fly out of Peng Kun's forehead.

What is this?!An Xiaole couldn't help but be stunned, how could a weapon still fly out of his head?

An Xiaole was originally in hiding, with mood swings.

The cyan mist suddenly contracted rapidly towards the top of the mountain, revealing its body immediately.

Song Zesheng was startled by An Xiaole, who suddenly appeared in front of him, but quickly reacted.

The long sword behind him was pulled out and stabbed straight at An Xiaole's chest, and he had already seen the two Qingyufeng disciples who had fainted to the ground behind An Xiaole.

Song Zesheng didn't see the Light Feather Flying Sword, otherwise he would definitely turn around and run.

Immortal masters don't necessarily have flying swords, let alone fly between heaven and earth so unscrupulously.

If you become a Skywalker, you will get a spirit soldier, which can be used as a flying sword after refining.

An Xiaole stared at Peng Kun's pitch-black knife and grabbed the long sword stabbed by Song Zesheng casually.

With a "click", the long sword was immediately broken into two in An Xiaole's Yingrun right hand.

Song Zesheng reacted very quickly, held the sword in his hand, turned around and jumped straight down the mountain.

That pitch-black knife has Peng Kun's Yuan Shen, which has been cultivated in the dantian for many years.

Cultivators on the earth, as long as they refine the spirit soldiers, they can be included in their bodies.

It's not much stronger than the monks of the Holy Realm, but the exercises are different.

An Xiaole ignored Song Zesheng, who was fleeing, and controlled the light feather flying sword to wrestle with Peng Kun's pitch-black knife.

He could sense that the pitch-black knife was a real weapon, not Peng Kun's own aura condensation.

I heard that the Holy Ancestor can carve out storage space in the body, could it be that this meat pinch is a holy realm?!

An Xiaole had been bluffed by the pitch-black knife, and he didn't dare to let the Light Feather Flying Sword touch it easily.

Peng Kun was even more frightened, this little fat man could actually control the flying sword from such a distance!

And he can fly between heaven and earth at will, and his pitch-black knife can't hold on.

I didn't expect that at such a young age, the Yuan Shen would be so powerful!

It's just that why do you want to hide from your Ruyi knife? Peng Kun was a little confused.

However, he immediately decided to flee, the battle between the primordial gods was too dangerous.

This is one of the reasons why he is reluctant to become a Skywalker and leave the Genshin Mark.

An Xiaole held the broken sword and didn't react for a while.

He could understand Song Zesheng escaping, because An Xiaole could kill him casually.

But why did the meat pick escape? If you can put the weapon into your body, you are still afraid of him, a mystery?

An Xiaole didn't chase after him, recalled the light feather flying sword, and hovered above his head.

walked over and kicked the two unconscious people he had cut with his hand knife, and prepared to interrogate them.

"Lord Immortal Master spares his life, and the two of us are also ordered to come here, which is really helpless!"

As soon as the two Qingyu Peak disciples opened their eyes, they saw the light feather flying sword above An Xiaole's head.

Hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed, for fear that An Xiaole would kill the two with a sword.

"Who are the two people who came with you?" An Xiaole immediately asked with his chest held high.

"The young one is Song Zesheng, the head of Qingyufeng, and the short and fat one is Peng Kun, the president of the Cultivators Association. ”

The two Qingyufeng disciples rushed to answer, still kneeling on the ground and not daring to get up.

"Song Zesheng?!" An Xiaole didn't expect to run into Qi Hong's enemy so soon: "What kind of cultivation is that Peng Kun?"